this halfway ****
isn't for me.
you halfway love me,
which means you
love the things
i do underneath the sheets.
you halfway think im beautiful,
which means you think
the way my hips sway
is beautiful.
you halfway want me,
which means you want
everything from me
without your commitment.
you're halfway killing me,
which means
im almost gone.

life is a never ending
tragedy.
not even
shakespeare
could beat
life's plot lines

I never really knew what pain was like until I woke up mid-sleep and had a longing feeling for you, or when I have a dream about you and I wake up to see you're not there. I never really knew what it was like to miss someone until our fingertips stopped finding each other's warmth and our bodies didn't connect or fall together anymore. And I didn't know what it was like to love or be loved, until your eyes searched for mine in a crowded room or our thoughts connected by the way our eyes met.

you told me
i was too young
to understand
the basics of love
but that didn't stop
you from saying it
over and over.
you told me
i had problems.
that i was
too much
but also
not enough.
but that didn't stop
you from having me
in bed
over and over.
you told me
i had a choice,
that it was always
up to me.
but it wasn't
my decision
to do any
of this in the first place.
you told me
i was crazy,
but i guess she
was the kind of
crazy you were
looking for.
nothing was mine,
you even left
the same
finger print
bruises around
her neck.

Statistics say
I am smarter than 95% of the people I meet
People say
Intelligence is overrated
Statistics say
I was born into a better situation than 98% of the people I meet
People say
It's not where you start it's where you finish
Statistics say
I will live longer than 94% of the people I meet
People say
Life is fragile
Statistics say
I won't fail
People say
I might

i have a
way with words.
but i never could
quite talk myself
out of loving
you.
and you're
still in every
poem i write.
so maybe,
i just have
a way with you.